Saturday, August 27, 2005

I have stolen this post!!

Why? Because it's about this blog and SOME of our readers. Thanks again to the PeskyFly his own self for having my back!

Here it is:

Quantum Physics as applied to the Tennessee Democratic Party

There's so much STINK in the comments at the LeftWingCracker's place I can hardly stand to visit. The comments, that is, not the Cracker. It would seem that Harold Ford Jr. supporters--having learned their Rovian lessons well--are are branding anti-Ford Democrats as "shady secret Republicans."

I wish I was kidding. To make such a comment outside the realm of broad, broad burlesque suggests a level of willful mendacity (self-aimed or not) that is TRULY astonishing. Since these shit-eaters (for such is the steady diet of fibs) speak such fulent GOPese, l'll keep it simple and couch my points in loud, shrill, Conservative terms.

It's clear from Ford's AWFUL, AWFUL, AWFUL voting record, and his continued support for President Bush and a war built on LIES that he's FAR OUT OF STEP WITH THE DEMOCRATIC MAINSTREAM.

Opposing BAD Democrats (and Ford is certainly one) doesn't make you a secret Republican, it makes you a good Democrat, dipshits.

Here's a little science wherein the addition of two positive quantaties can result in a negative:

When you give someone bad information and they accept it they know less than they did before. Junior is on his way to becoming a "know nothing" and his personal band of lemmings invectively posed to drop the race bomb at the faintest whiff of opposition are following this Manchurian Candidate right off the rhetorical cliff.

I may not be a good Democrat, but I'm a bona fide Liberal and I know one thing: In a race between Ford and Corker, I'd be voting for roughly the same values. As a GOOD, GOOD, GOOD Lefty I'd be mighty tempted to vote for Corker because it's better to have an enemy that pays tribute than an ally who sells you up the river. Art of War: Fly-style.

posted by PeskyFly @ 1:09 PM

1 comment:

Richmond said...

Ford's garbage reminds me of what Mark Twain told his wife after she literally repeated every curse word he said during a particular rant: "Honey, you got the words right, but you don't have the rhythm."